John groaned, and Zack asked, “You like that?”

“Yes. Please keep going.”

“I make a show of sucking back up and swirling my tongue around your cock as I press my finger forward, just hinting at a breach.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” John moaned, and Zack could clearly hear the sound of his fist moving quickly. He must be close. The thought alone made Zack shudder.

He drew a ragged breath and concentrated. “That’s it, John, focus on my mouth, hot and wet around you. Focus on how good it feels to have my tongue working the head, my lips sucking on you, taking you in until you hit the back of my throat. I’m grabbing your knees for balance because I keep forgetting to breathe. I can’t believe how good it feels to have you like this, exposed and moaning. And when you’re ready, I want you to come down my throat.”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m close,” John grunted. To Zack’s surprise, John suddenly broke from the scene and demanded, “Tell me that you’re hard, Wesley. Tell me you’re as turned on by this as I am.”

Zack hesitated. Admitting it to John felt too real, too intimate. He debated for a split second longer before thinking, Fuck it. He was horny as hell, leaking pre-come in his jeans like a teenager, and about to listen to an insanely alluring man orgasm. Right now, he really didn’t care.

“Yes, John,” he rasped, “I’m hard. I’m so fucking hard right now, I feel like I’m going to burst. All I want to do is touch myself, to get off while listening to all those sexy noises you make, and I fucking can’t because I’m at work. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on by phone sex before.”

“Will you think of me later?” John asked, sounding shattered. “When you’re home tonight after you get off work, will you think about this and touch yourself?”

Zack growled. “Fuck you for making me say it. Yes. I’m going to jerk off to the thought of this, and I can already feel how intensely I’m going to come. I don’t understand how you made me want to suck your cock so badly, but now that’s all I can think about. That, and how much I want to hear you fall apart. Hurry up and come.”

That was apparently the last push John needed, because the next thing Zack heard was him crying out like he’d lost his last ounce of restraint.

Zack bit down on his lip as another pulse of desire crackled through him. The sheer potency of it took his breath away. Jesus, this was getting out of hand.

He listened as John’s ragged breathing stabilized. It was oddly hypnotic and didn’t help with his erection at all. He untwisted his fingers from his shirt and stretched them. They were striped red and white from how tight his grip had been.

Just as he wondered if John was going to pull another come-and-run like last time, he heard a soft laugh.